“You don’t strike me as foolish,” hissed the mage. “I’ll ask again; where is the Tome of Ragabel?”
Mariel, thief and adventurer, noted the thin blue line that ran up the sorcerer’s arm as his spell held her immobile. He was the victim of a basilisk curse; when that line reached his heart, he would become stone.
“I’ll kill you before I die!” he threatened.
His only hope lay in the Tome of Ragabel, which is why she had stolen it.
“I doubt it,” she grinned, meeting his stony glare and pointing to the line as it reached his breast.
